I love the way you love me.
The way you look at me. It starts there. The way your eyes meet mine and there’s that feeling that everything is right in the world. Like the whole world could pass us by and it would still be you and me. Me and you.
The way you hug me. The way you hold me like I’m your lifeline, and then you relax because we could fall off the face of the Earth and we’d still be okay because you would be in my arms.
The way you talk to me. The way you whisper no matter where we are, because your words could get swallowed by a black hole and I’d still know exactly what you wanted to say. The way I can read you like you read those books that make me fall asleep.
The way you love me. Not like you think I’m perfect, but like you love that I’m not.
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